The abandoned bike sitting in the sunlight weeping up the sun.

The rusted handlebars
Gnawing at the tree like a woodpecker awaiting an escape
The rust melting away, in fear of death.

The ancient, cracked saddle
Wishing for the feel of something on you.

The wonky pedals
Hanging in despair, clinging on for dear life

The now broken bell
Hoping for it’s last ring
As it slowly fades away